Jia Cong didn't really break into the Nan'an Prince's Palace "single-handedly". Ning Rong, once the strongest think tank of the Jia family, was hiding in an alley not far away with soldiers from both palaces.
Sure enough, as the conflict in front of the Nan'an Prince's Mansion became more and more intense, people who wanted to take the opportunity to throw dirty water on the Jia family and win over the Huo family appeared.
At the corner of the front street, a team of elite cavalry protected a young man in a python robe and walked towards the crowd.
The young man's appearance was quite in line with the look that is most sought after by young girls at the moment. He had a golden crown and a jade belt, and held an exquisite folding fan in his hand in the winter. His face was painted with makeup, which made Jia Cong immediately think of a person - a person in the opera world of Beijing. Rookie Jiang Yuhan.
"Meet His Highness King Uizada!"
The person who came was none other than one of the people Jia Cong had vowed to beat up in Jiangnan, Liu Ye, the eldest son of the former crown prince and now Prince Yi Zhong.
Seeing Huo Lan and his family and horses ecstatically greet him, Jia Cong pursed his lips and murmured in a low voice: "Fan the fan in the winter, apply makeup and powder to the intersex. The intersex has a rotten butt!"
After a brief exchange of greetings, Liu Ye, who was riding a tall horse, patted the horse and moved forward, arriving less than two steps away from Jia Cong, and nodded slightly.
"Royal cat Jia Cong, little Jia Qianhu, can you give me some face? How about I act as the middleman today, and little Jia Qianhu and Huo Shizi turn their hostility into friendship and regain the friendship between the two families for generations?"
That gesture, that expression, that tone, it was as if Liu Ye was Master Cong's master. There was an arrogance in his tone, and he pretended to be a polite and virtuous corporal.
A gust of wind blew by, and Jia Cong felt his nose itch. He suddenly opened his mouth wide and sneezed loudly.
Following closely behind him was Donkey Dabao, who dramatically wrinkled his big nose and sneezed hugely in unison.
Um?
Liu Ye felt spittle splashing on his face, and instantly felt like his whole body was covered with ants. He took out the silk and wiped his face while suppressing his nausea.
With a casual throw, the valuable silk floated away in the wind and disappeared behind the high wall.
Jia Cong rubbed his nose, clasped his fists, grinned, and smiled naively: "My dear, I forgive you, but I really can't hold it back. The fragrance on my body is too strong!"
Crunch! Jia Cong seemed to hear the wailing of the folding fan being tortured in Liu Ye's hands. It seemed that his words made the Little Yin King very angry.
Liu Ye's face, which he could barely maintain as Corporal Lixian, instantly became distorted. Jia Enhou's little brat was indeed unbearable. What is a little prince? What does the fragrance mean?
If he hadn't taken the opportunity to provide eye drops to the Jia family so as to win over the martial arts of the founding lineage, he would have wanted to let the dead soldiers kill this little beast directly.
For the sake of the overall situation, endure it!
Liu Ye regained his sense and smiled softly: "It seems that little Jia Qianhu doesn't like the smell of powder, but when little Jia Qianhu grows up, he will understand the benefits of powder."
"Only women apply makeup and powder. In the future, I will be a saint and a person who will open up territories for His Majesty and go out to fight to kill the enemy. What is the purpose of applying powder? Can the scent of powder be used to kill the enemy?"
ah!
Jia Cong suddenly slapped his forehead and bowed his hand to Liu Ye perfunctorily: "I'm sorry, young prince, I didn't mean that you..."
As he spoke, he glanced disdainfully at Huo Lan, who was also smeared with makeup, and said with a smile: "In order to prevent the men of Daxia from indulging in the Qinhuai River, and to let the men of Daxia always return to the martial arts, Grandpa Taizong moved the capital to the north. It fell into the land of Yan County. Tsk tsk, what a pity, now even the heirs of Duke Kaiwang have begun to imitate women.”….
Jia Cong's words were full of sarcasm, and both Liu Ye and Huo Lan were very angry.
For the sake of the overall situation, Liu Ye almost crushed the folding fan in his hand.
But Huo Lan couldn't help it. He took a step forward and pointed at Jia Cong's nose and yelled: "How dare you! How dare you insult the prince..."
"No, I'm scolding you, Huo Lan!"
Jia Cong looked Huo Lan up and down with disdain, and said sarcastically: "As expected of the Huo family, I have only seen you dressed like this on the banks of the Qinhuai River a few days ago. Good masculinity is common in Jiangnan. In those few days, I I have been patrolling the banks of the Qinhuai River for many generations.
My young master brings someone dressed like you...tsk tsk..."
"Huo Lan, you look like this, it would be a pity not to go to the Qinhuai River!"
"Baby, you deserve to die..."
Huo Lan was so angry that he snatched the long knife from the soldiers beside him and was about to charge forward. Liu Ye was shocked and quickly stopped him.
"Stop Prince Huo!"
The cavalry brought by Liu Ye immediately stood between the two of them and stopped Huo Lan.
Jia Cong sighed secretly in his heart. Seeing that the plan was about to succeed, it was ruined by Liu Ye.
He glanced at Liu Ye with dissatisfaction, and Liu Ye also looked at him.
Liu Ye frowned and scolded: "Jia Cong, as a descendant of Rongguo, how can you say such vulgar words? Is this the upbringing in Rongguo?"
Jia Cong spread his hands and said, "Your Majesty seems to have forgotten that my father's surname is Jia, and his courtesy name is Enhou!"
"Huh?" Liu Ye didn't understand.
"My father, Jia Enhou, is just like my father, so is Xiaguan, my son. Xiaguan is a fool and can't speak elegantly!"
At this time, Jia Cong felt so good. No wonder his father, a talented person, always maintained the image of a fool.
It’s so nice to not have to worry too much when doing things!
"you……"
At this time, even Liu Ye was almost driven crazy by Jia Cong's "teethless words". He tried his best to suppress his anger and said coldly: "I will not hold you accountable for the crime of disrespect. For the sake of me, For the king's sake, today's conflict between you and yours ends here. Jia Cong, the founding martial arts lineage is the foundation of our dynasty and our country, and it cannot be destroyed because of your willfulness."
hehe!
What a big face!
Jia Cong sneered and refused bluntly: "Who are you? Mind my business!"
"presumptuous!"
Liu Ye was finally irritated by Jia Cong's repeated provocations. All the "virtuous kings" mentioned by the polite corporal were all fake.
He sternly scolded: "Jia Cong, don't forget that your Jia family are my servants. You are no more than a little concubine. How dare you act so presumptuously in front of this king? Are you seeking death?"
With that said, he rushed to the left and right and said: "Come here, take down these rebellious ministers for me. I want to ask him, Marquis Jia En, is this how he taught his son?"
After all, Prince Yi Zhong's palace was inherited from the former East Palace, and with the deliberate support of the Supreme Emperor, there were naturally many people who clung to it.
There is a lot of money, and the soldiers he has raised are also first-class masters. Following Liu Ye's order, two soldiers immediately rushed forward, trying to pull Jia Cong off the donkey.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Puff puff...
Two feather arrows flew past Jia Cong on both sides, hitting the soldiers of Prince Yizhong's palace. ….
After two plops, nearly three hundred soldiers and retainers of Ning and Rong, armed with armor and swords, came slowly escorting a middle-aged man in a Confucian shirt.
"Who said that my Jia family is your vassal?"
Da da da da da…
The sound of horseshoes hitting the bluestone was like a sledgehammer, hitting the hearts of Liu Ye and Huo Lan.
Jia Jing, the first second-level Jinshi in the Jia family of Ningrong, the most famous counselor of the East Palace in the Zhaowu year, and the most wise man among the younger generation of Ningrong and Rongfus!
If it hadn't been for the palace coup, Jia Jing would have had a seat in the cabinet.
The man who was so feared that half the families in the capital forced him to leave the capital is now back!
"Jia Jing! How dare you come back and die!"
Snapped!
As soon as he finished speaking, Jia Jing swung the whip over without even looking and hit Huo Lan hard on the face.
The screams suddenly started, and the soldiers of the two families immediately drew their swords to confront each other.
Jia Jing said coldly: "Your father doesn't dare to talk to me like that, who gave you the courage?"
hiss……
This winter wind is so cold and breathtaking!
Intimidated by Jia Jing's power, Liu Ye immediately recalled the scene when Jia Jing gave lessons to several of their brothers in the East Palace.
He couldn't help but bowed and shouted: "Students meet their teachers..."
"I can't be the prince's teacher. Didn't the prince say that I, the Jia family, are the prince's ministers? Haha..."
Jia Jing looked directly at Liu Ye with his stern eyes. Although he had neither official position nor title, and their identities were very different, what Liu Ye wanted to do most now was to retreat.
He couldn't help but shrink his neck, and then he thought that he was no longer the timid bastard he used to be.
Liu Ye straightened his body, coughed twice to hide his fear, and said in a deep voice: "Old... Mr. Jing, have the Jia family forgotten my father? Don't forget that I am my father's only bloodline now. "
"Liu Ye, you are worthy of being crowned the Crown Prince!"
It's okay not to mention the former prince. Liu Ye's words immediately aroused Jia Jing's most sensitive nerve.
Some things cannot withstand investigation. Although there is no evidence, Jia Jing has already made a rough guess about the role Liu Ye's mother, the disgusting Crown Prince Liangdi, played in the palace incident.
Although he was wearing a Confucian shirt, Jia Jing's body was full of evil spirits at this time, and the veins on his hands suddenly appeared.
He maintained his limited rationality and said in a cold voice: "I, the Jia family, are loyal to the saint, to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, and to His Majesty today. What do you do? You want me, the Jia family, to be your family's ministers? What? With that Crown Prince Liangdi who knows no sense of loyalty and integrity?"
Liu Ye felt a burning pain on his face, "Jia Jing! How brave are you..."
"roll!"
Jia Jing whipped him again, but this time he was stopped by the commander of the soldiers beside Liu Ye.
The commander of the soldiers, who had been silent before, grabbed his whip and said coldly: "Jia Jing, what crime should you commit for attacking Wang Jia?"
"Lan Wochen, if you want to punish me, you are not worthy!"
Jia Jing obviously knew this person, but he did not introduce him to Jia Cong. There was a trace of disgust and hatred on his stern face, and he whipped back the riding crop in his hand...
Lan Wochen didn't get hung up on a whip, he let go and scolded: "Jia Jing, you are no longer a young man. If you dare to be disrespectful to the prince, I will use your head today to let others know that you attacked Wang Jia. The crime deserves death!"
When he saw Lan Wachen, he pulled out the long knife from his waist and said with a ferocious smile: "How dare you violate the original agreement and run back to the capital, then don't blame me for ignoring the kindness of my colleagues back then!"
With that said, he clapped his horse forward, shouted and struck at Jia Jing with his knife. The soldiers around Liu Ye were all ready to attack, but Jia Jing still stood calmly on the spot without moving.
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